As I sit here just watching the mortals, one certain person catches my eye. He seems to have a lot of wisdom, and being the goddess of wisdom, I’m intrigued. I listen to the conversation him and his men have. Odysseus. Now I know his name and it sticks. I feel like I should help him, as I’ve helped heroes before. I recognize him from Troy. He must be on his journey home.
Oh poor man, he was given a curse from Poseidon that will make his trip home miserable because he blinded Cyclops. Although, he did it to get pay back for his son, I think Cyclops deserved it. I’ve never liked him or his father, especially after the gifting fight to obtain Athens. I did help him because of my fondness for him. He’s just someone who caught my eye and I can’t stop trying to help him.
Oh my! He’s getting a prophecy from Tiresias. So yet again, I’m technically helping him. I knew the gifts I gave Tiresias would come in handy for someone.
It’s been twenty years that I’ve watched this man travel home. He finally is back to Ithaca. I must warn him of what he will face to at his home. A great battle will ensue when he arrives home to the suitors who have usurped his home. I have disguised him as a beggar so that he may return, but not to be in danger quite yet because honestly, who would believe a pauper to be dangerous?
He must stop being in disguise. He will reveal himself to his son, so he can start to get ready to face the suitors. I have made him look as he did they day he left. He looks young, handsome, and himself.
Oh no! His son thinks he’s a God. Thank Goddess he convinced Telemachus he is Odysseus. Now the strategy, my favorite part, must be formed. His plan is a brilliant way to get in and then attack. It should cause him less damage to his side. Now, the plan is in action.
He has killed Antinous! He really did it! I didn’t doubt him one second. Time to start the battle, and like always, there’s Ares getting ready to help. Oh, but wait. They’re pleading to not kill them, but after their terrible action, they must face punishment. Finally, it starts.
After all the blood runs through the ground like a river, they’re all dead. Every last single suitor is gone. Once again, with the help of the Gods, the hero is triumphant. like always. I think I may keep my eye on Odysseus for just a little while longer.